mA Midwestern Mom on the Mount of Olives

Eucharisteo, indeed.

With two children in tow, this Midwesterner left behind her goats, chickens and garden to move with her husband right on to the Mount of Olives in Jerusalem. I felt like I should be grateful and awed, and I was – until my son sliced his foot open, my daughter caught head lice, we got into an accident and, the crowning moment – we started a grassfire on the Mount of Olives. Of course, my son couldn’t help extinguish it; he was still on crutches. But God.is.good.all.the.time…right?

Yes. But life is still life, even on the Mount of Olives.

Slowly, we learn to slow down and see ~ and give thanks. And we learn that we will continue to learn. 

Eucharisteo. (Until the next “calamity” strikes…God help me, then, when I cannot help my own foolish self.)

By: Angela Zimmann

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